bows It's ya boy' Manish Man in this bitch Niggas love to hate, hoes jock 'cause I'm gettin' rich Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know Strapped with rocks
Big fish in this small world. They'll all believe me For knocking a shark off, protecting my city They all grab my CD and now I'm a popular rock star
money game It's Stunna, the big money man So loosen up your strings 'cause you can get shot The Crystal absolute is 'On The Rocks' Ey nigga, I gotta
Big fish in this small world. They?ll all believe me For knocking a shark off, protecting my city They all grab my CD and now I?m a popular rock star
fish in this small world, they'll all believe me For knocking a shark off, protecting my city They all grab my CD and now I'm a popular rock star
aint no place that i'd rather be then the B.I.G B.A.D 1 3 C, I got love for the place that raise me even though times get a lil' crazy, so i got to give love
and blak boots ust to drive a lex sippin gen and juice now he need money for his chips and soup runnin around town with a sac of rocks polo shirts with
four spoke down in the block hoes Down the top goes I live a cost and pose Cocked and 4 doors keep me costin hoes Costin shows in my pockets costs is
it, I'm a fiend Fet-fetish for these kicks, a fetish for these jeans A fetish for my hoodie, fetish, fetish, fetish Sweater on tight as the nights get colder City
. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an
, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man What it be like, man? Yo, bust it, turn me up Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you
And watch out when the roof comes down I know a few things about love and blues and loss It's just a thrill to stay alive, no matter what you think it costs
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
Yeah, turn it up in your head phones Ya know like that shit sound like rock music You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yea, my man Bruno just stepped in You
love don't cost a thing I'm from da city Were da chicks are thick Blingin' on dey neck and wrist and niggas poppin bottles While da ladies rock dey
mad 'cause they can't [Chorus] [Verse 3] Shorty gettin' paper homie That be why they hatin' on me Daily cost are frozin' phonies, (Muggin' when you see a G) What you know about my city
) Headin' out to city island I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh) Pushing a prelude 'hey you', diamond stud up in your navel Actin' like it cost
on golden pedals Acapulco style Colombians from mi end hydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'em crumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey) {but that leavin' might}? that I'ma love